Honouring an Invite.

She looked up at the building before her and frowned, looking down again at the card she had been given. She was sure this was the address, although she could be wrong of course. It was certainly beginning to look that way. There was no noise, nor any other outward sign that she could see that suggested the band was playing here tonight.
She kept moving, wandering around the building in the hope of finding some sign. Dressed in black chamois pants and a semi opaque dark green top with an intricately carved black waist cincher, she might draw attention to herself just standing around. She had even considered wearing shades despite the fact it was dark, but decided that would stand out more than her distinct eye colour - if any one came close enough that was.
Aislinn was becoming a little frustrated, and was just about to give up when she saw someone heading this way, though she didnt know if they had seen her yet or not. She stood undecided a moment wether to give up and go back, or wait and see if this person could tell her if this was the House of Pain.
Curiousity won. The golden eyed Scot stayed where she was, watching the other come closer...